My first time having sex with my older cousin was an unforgettable night of passion and discovery. His name was Tristan and I had always felt an electric connection between us, even from a young age. As I blossomed into a woman, I noticed him watching me more intently, his eyes hungrily drinking in my petite curves. I knew he wanted me just as badly as I craved his touch.
That night, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Slipping naked from my room across the hall, I tiptoed to Tristan’s bedroom, my heart pounding in anticipation. Pushing open his door, I found him sleeping peacefully under the moonlight streaming through the window. Quietly climbing onto his bed, I gently shook his shoulder, hoping to rouse him from slumber without startling him.
Tristan’s eyes fluttered open and he let out a gasp when he saw me, naked and straddling his hips. “Roni? What are you doing, cuz?” he asked sleepily, still half-asleep.
“I couldn’t help myself,” I purred, grinding my small ass against the growing hardness I felt beneath me. “I’ve wanted you for so long. And I know you want me too.”
He swallowed hard but said nothing, so I took his silence as consent. Leaning down, I captured his lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling as I explored his mouth for the first time. Tristan groaned, his hands coming up to grip my slim waist and pull me firmly against him.
Breaking the kiss, I sat up and slowly trailed my fingers down his muscular chest, marveling at the feel of his skin. Yanking off his boxers, I freed his large, erect cock. I had never seen a penis before, but I knew I wanted to taste it. Wrapping my small hand around his thick shaft, I gave it a few experimental pumps before leaning down and running my tongue along the underside. Tristan let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up into my mouth.
Emboldened, I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and sucked hard, bobbing my head up and down as I took more of him into my warm, wet mouth. Tristan cursed under his breath, his hands tangling in my long brown hair. I knew I was driving him crazy.
After several minutes, Tristan abruptly pulled me off him. “I’m going to cum if you keep that up,” he rasped.
I released him with a pop. “I want your first cum to be inside me,” I told him, positioning myself over his weeping tip. “I want you to be my first, cuz.”
Tristan groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Roni, are you sure? We shouldn’t-“
“I’m positive I want you,” I cut him off. And with that, I sank down onto his thick, pulsing shaft, crying out at the sudden stretch and burn of his entrance. But I had no time to adjust before Tristan was flipping us over and pounding into me with deep, powerful thrusts.
The new sensations were overwhelming – the fullness, the friction, the slight sting of pain mixing with intense pleasure. I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as he shoved into me over and over. My petite body jolted with every snap of his hips.
“Cum for me, cuz,” Tristan growled, reaching down to rub tight circles on my clit. “Cum all over my cock.”
I threw my head back, keening as my orgasm crashed through me. Tristan followed a second later, his pelvis grinding against mine as he emptied himself deep inside my fluttering channel. I felt his hot cum painting my insides and shuddered at the intensity.
As we came down from our high, Tristan collapsed beside me, pulling my small body flush against him. I could feel his heart thundering beneath my cheek.
“Wow,” he breathed, kissing my hair. “That was… incredible. I’m so sorry, baby cuz. We shouldn’t have done that.”
“No regrets,” I murmured, snuggling into him. “You were my first and I’ll always cherish that. I love you, cuz.”
“I love you too, Roni,” Tristan vowed, holding me tight. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be my girl.”
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